Lyrics Fieldworker (Live San Francisco) - Crosby & Nash

Digging in your fields
Pulling up your food
No matter how I feel, don't do me no good
"Treat me like a human", is all I got to say
The man that I am working for won't let me get away
I came across your border just to work for you
I give you all I got to give
What more can I do?
Don't give me law and order
Tell me to stick around
While standing in the picket line
You try and shoot me down down

I come to your country to work on the land
Watching the seeds as they die in the sand
Fighting for your freedom with a hoe in your hand, fieldworker
Fieldworker

Digging in your fields
Pulling up your food
No matter how I feel, don't do me no good
"Treat me like a human", is all I got to say
The man that I am working for won't let me get away

Drums: Levon Helm
Bass: Tim Drummond
Electric piano: Stan Celeste
Acoustic piano: Graham Nash
Electric guitar: David Crosby
Electric slide: Ben Keith
Electric slide: David Lindley
Percussion: Russ Kunkel